“Daisy. You are trouble. You think I’m bad? You’re trying to seduce me, and it’s about to work.”
I didn’t answer, watching as he picked up another tool and turned away from me.
Was I seducing him? I knew Kye wouldn’t do anything with me while Mark was still around, but I also didn’t know what Kye wanted. If he just wanted to sleep together and move on. Or if there were any deeper feelings still there. It had to be hard to only want to sleep with one person, and I guess I couldn’t blame him if he was looking to sleep together before he left.
I leaned against the car next to him, watching him focus on the engine without even a glance in my direction.
“What are you doing to my car?”
“Fixing it.”
“I thought everything was fine besides the tires. I just brought it to the shop the other week.”
“Well, don’t bring it to any shop but this one ever again,” he said, the words scolding me. “They didn’t even fill the oil, and there’s no point trusting anyone else when you have a garage full of people that will take better care of your car than anyone else.”
“And what if I do bring it somewhere else?”
He looked over at me, his blue eyes narrowing. “Instead of taunting me, can you hand me that wrench?”
I looked at the pile of wrenches he was pointing to. “Which one?”
“The half-inch.”
“There are three of them that say half-inch, so again, which one?”
He huffed, leaning over and grabbing one of them. “If you take this car anywhere else again, I’ll be forcing you to learn how to fix your own car, and you will not love the crash course I give you.”
“I probably would.”
It seemed to make him snap enough. He grabbed my waist, setting me on the car with a growl.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Daze? It’s not to worry about your car, and I doubt you’re here to tell me you broke up with Mark and want me right now, so why?”
“I do want you right now.”
“Then tell me you actually broke up with Mark, and I’ll run to your bed like a good little mutt.”
“A mutt?”
“I’m sure as fuck not a purebred. Tell me, Daze. Tell me, and I will.”
“I didn’t.”
“Then stop coming around trying to make me your newest dirty little secret while you run around town with your perfect boyfriend.”
“It’s not that, I just—”
“Just what? Don’t know if you want me for sure? Want to see if you still like fucking me? Or are you worried if I’ll still like fucking you?”
“No. I mean…maybe. What if we don’t end up feeling the same way as we used to?”
He scoffed, but his hands covered mine, forcing them to drag down my thighs to my knees. He pushed, making my legs spread until they were open for him. My dress hung between my thighs, covering everything still, but I really wasn’t wearing anything under this. I moved to close them, but he stepped between my legs, forcing me to keep them open.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I was already wet. Just his nearness turned me on now. Maybe I wasn’t super worried about our chemistry, but it was scary to not know if it could ever be the same.
Kye kept his eyes on me, bringing my hand up.
“Two fingers,” he murmured, pushing my own fingers to my lips. “Suck.”
I listened, sucking two fingers into my mouth as he watched.
“Good,” he said, still holding my wrist as he pulled. The painful ache between my legs worsened as he trailed my hand down, moving it under my dress until those two fingers were at my entrance.
“Kye, I want—”
My words were cut off as he pushed my wrist forward, my own fingers slipping into my already wet pussy.
My eyes went wide, but I didn’t look away from him. He chose the pace. His hand was around my wrist, controlling everything, and the only thing I tried to control was not yelling out.
“Kye,” I whispered. “What are you doing?”
“Holding your wrist. What are you doing?”
My mouth dropped open with a silent scream as he pushed hard, making my fingers push deeper. The next moan escaped me.
“What do you think? Does it feel the same, Daze? Would you do anything to have me sink into you right now because I would? Does it feel like it used to feel for you?”
My orgasm was building, my legs clenching as Kye pushed my wrist more, speeding up my pace, and I was ready to fall apart.
